Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
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The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.
I tell you there is such a thing as creative hate.
Trees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if they were persons. It must have been the scarcity of detail in that tawny landscape that made detail so precious.
Art should simplify. That is very nearly the whole of the higher artistic process finding what conventions of form and what detail one can do without and yet preserve the spirit of the whole.
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